YB, a great topic indeed!  I posted an original poem earlier on this and will do so again...It sums up my thoughts on the whole issue (but hey, I love my job though...In better words, I love the commodities and services my job helps me buy.  LOLs):

http://www.sajha.com/sajha/html/OpenThread.cfm?forum=4&ThreadID=60966

Molded: An Ode To Our Parents/Guardians (The Ones Who For Us Delve)

Ah, all our human lives spent being cast and molded to fit in

A plaster applied to an unfinished product camoflaging itself

Nothing so much that we ask for ourselves from within

But brought about solely by the ones who on our behalf delve

Society's sublime dreams and hopes for us rings all abound

Identity lost in making us aim for being a lowly 9 to 5 wage slave

A trait that has not a single vitue I could tell with one noun

But we do it willingly enamored of the ones who on our behalf delve

A life pursuing contentment for an elusive "happy" retirement time

Periods in universties for four years or more, school for twelve

Solely paths to dreams, conforming and bringing the free-spirit in line

All silently being witnessed by the ones who on our behalf delve

And when our life's work is done, in a phase we call "happily" retired

In retrospect, a hundred things you wished for but never into did dwelve

Millions you've accumulated; plain paper unable to buy all that transpired

Crying and in hate, you blame the ones who on your behalf did delve

Samsara's Mood: Wanting to be a Bar-Tender instead of a Banker...They say bar-tenders get the hottest chicks